The Black Isle by Sandi Tan
There are ghosts on the Black Isle.
Ghosts that no one can see.
No one…except Cassandra.

Lullabies by Lang Leav
I love you, I do –
you have my word.

You have all my words.
Lang Leav, Lullabies

Her poetry is written on the ghost of trees, whispered on the lips of lovers.

As a little girl, she would drift in and out of libraries filled with dead poets and their musky scent. She held them in her hands and breathed them in — wanting so much to be part of their world…

It was on her sixteenth birthday that she first fell in love. With a boy who brought her red roses and white lies. When he broke her heart, she cried for days.

Then hopeful, she sat with a pen in her hand, poised over the blank white sheet, but it refused to draw blood…

She learned too late that poets are among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, to reach with outstretched hands — hands that will never know the weight of what they seek.
Lang Leav, Lullabies

Orange is the New Black by Piper Kerman
If I could forgive, it meant I was a strong good person who could take responsibility for the path I had chosen for myself, and all the consequences that accompanied that choice. And it gave me the simple but powerful satisfaction of extending a kindness to another person in a tough spot.
Piper Kerman, Orange Is the New Black

The Lover’s Dictionary by David Levithan
Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.
David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary

The Opposite of Loneliness by Marina Keegan
We don’t have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I could say that’s what I want in life.
Marina Keegan, The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories

Beautiful Ruins by Jess Walter
But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start.
Jess Walter, Beautiful Ruins